The Morning Blog

I could sleep in...

But I love the quiet of the morning house.

When all is dark...



outside and in.

I love being the only sound...

in a world asleep.











I fill the dark with the bright colors of the blog...





A summer blue sky...

Daffodil yellow...

The sunrise.

Speaking of sunrise...

I slip out to get the paper

And check the horizon.

Someone's waiting for me.

Hungry.

I hear Tom stirring upstairs.

It's time to close the computer...

















Slip on the helmet...

Clip in the shoes.










And bike out into the sunrise.